My first and only Randall was a #2 - 8 fighter in 1961. I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, NC at the time as an airborne pfc. It cost me a months pay and took 3 months to get there. I loved it! I was discharged at the beginning of '63 but a buddy of mine re-upped for combat duty in Nam. I was reading a letter from him bout three months into his tour and realized that I had opened it with the Randall. Twenty minutes later the Randall was packed, addressed, and on it's way to Vietnam. When he got back, he said that it was the greatest gift anyone ever gave him and that many a night he slept with it in his underwear. The highlights of the list of stuff guys offered him for that Randall included a Smietzer submachine gun, a broom handled Mauser, several Lugers, a jeep, and half a whorhouse. He was tempted with the bordello but he didn't trust the guy. He offered it back to me but I turned him down. The knife was blooded with his hand and it belonged to him forever.
